Loveology
CHAPTER 17
You approach the abandoned factory tentatively. It's quiet in this part of the kingdom, and it makes you a little nervous. You glance over your shoulder more than once on your walk to the factory.
The door to the building is unlocked so you push it open. It creaks and groans but gives way under your pressure. You step aside the room. Even in broad daylight, this place gives you the spooks. You step inside anyway, your heels clicking against the cracked concrete.
"Hello?" You call out, not really expecting a reply. "Is anybody here?"
You manage to take another step forward before you see a figure out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, though, an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you against a broad chest. You take a deep breath to scream out, but the man's hand goes to your throat.
"I don't want to hurt you," a voice whispers into your ear with more softness than you expected. "Tell me who sent you, and I'll let you go."
Even in your fear, you can recognize that your captor's hold is loose. He left you a clear escape route, and it wouldn't take much for you to take advantage of it.
You approach the abandoned factory tentatively. It's quiet in this part of the kingdom, and it makes you a little nervous. You glance over your shoulder more than once on your walk to the factory.
The door to the building is unlocked so you push it open. It creaks and groans but gives way under your pressure. You step aside the room. Even in broad daylight, this place gives you the spooks. You step inside anyway, your heels clicking against the cracked concrete.
"Hello?" You call out, not really expecting a reply. "Is anybody here?"
You manage to take another step forward before you see a figure out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, though, an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you against a broad chest. You take a deep breath to scream out, but the man's hand goes to your throat.
"I don't want to hurt you," a voice whispers into your ear with more softness than you expected. "Tell me who sent you, and I'll let you go."
Even in your fear, you can recognize that your captor's hold is loose. He left you a clear escape route, and it wouldn't take much for you to take advantage of it.